Today I turn 90.
And somehow… the world feels a little quieter than I expected.

No big party. No crowd. Just a soft smile, a few memories, and a heart still hoping someone will remember me today.
Ninety years is a lifetime of loving, losing, trying again, and getting back up.
I’ve watched seasons change, held hands, said goodbyes, and learned that the smallest kindness can feel like sunlight.
So if you’re reading this…

would you spare one moment to make this birthday feel seen?
Leave a “Happy 90th Birthday” or a
Because sometimes, a simple wish can be the loudest kind of love.